Podcasts about Pale

Rather than debating who put whose chocolate in which peanut butter, we see the results of someone really knowing what to do with some good ingredients. Without You, originally by Badfinger, covered by Harry Nilsson.  Outro music is Whiter Shade of Pale, by Procul Harum. 

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Money is funny... Joanne is right. Money can make people behave quite oddly and this weeks email has plenty of that behaviour. Plus, Vogue looks different, but why and what's the diagnosis on Joanne's hair?Tickets for Joanne's tour Pinotphile are now LIVE: www.joannemcnally.comVogues Book Tour: www.fane.co.uk/vogue-williamsIf you'd like to get in touch, you can send an email to hello@MTGMpod.comPlease review Global's Privacy Policy: https://global.com/legal/privacy-policy/For merch, tour dates and more visit: www.mytherapistghostedme.comThis episode contains explicit language and adult themes that may not be suitable for all listeners.

Direct-to-video. Erotic thriller. Nineties vampires. Wings Hauser. These are just a few phrases we could use to describe Pale Blood, V. V. Dachin Hsu and Michael W. Leighton's underground vampire movie. Some of these descriptions — or maybe even all of them — would be enough to get the average horror fan to add Pale Blood to their watchlist. But is there more to the movie than nineties nostalgia? That, and so much more, is the focus of this episode with film critic and The Scares That Shaped Us host Matthew Jackson.

In this episode - learn about: Neonatal Isoerythrolysis (N.I.) A life-threatening condition that is more common in mule foals.Learn how to prevent it. Clinical signs recognized in the first few days of the foal's life and perhaps up to 12 days of age include:a) Weakness and lethargy, b) Decrease in suckling the marec) Rapid breathing, d) Pale or yellow discoloration of the mucous membranes. e) Red color to the urine f) In severe cases collapse and death can occur. 1 in 10 mule foals is at risk for this disease. How to determine if the foal is at risk for N.I.  Learn how N.I. can be prevented. Mule Talk is an Every Cowgirl's Dream production - www.EveryCowgirlsDream.Com www.MuleTalk.Net Meredith Hodges Interviews: www.LuckyThreeRanch.Com/Podcast-Appearances/

As the light half of the year breaks over the horizon, it's time at last for us to take the deepest of breaths and open the tome that is the Changeling: the Lost 1st edition corebook. The density of the text and the number of pages meant that this was always going to be a multi-part endeavor, but we did our best to keep the wild tangents we could have gone down to a minimum. In this installment, we're covering the introductory material and the first two chapters... which is a solid 170 pages of material with very tiny font, so we really still had to pack it in. We're commenting on elements as they relate to Changeling: the Dreaming throughout, so for any veterans who haven't tried one of the games but are curious to know about what they could bring into the other, we hope it will be of use! And as a historical curiosity—for now the second edition has obviated many of our comments here—perhaps it will show the roots of the setting to newer Lost players. About this trilogy of episodes, we've got hopes and perhaps left and right. And what, besides abductions and transformations and oneiromancies, could be more fae than that? If this preliminary dive inspires you to purchase a copy of the book, you can do so at https://www.storytellersvault.com/product/50010?affiliate_id=3063731. And if you are otherwise inspired to get in touch with us, that is also possible, through the links below: Discord: https://discord.me/ctp Email: podcast@changelingthepodcast.com Facebook: https://www.facebook.com/profile.php?id=100082973960699 Mastodon: https://dice.camp/@ChangelingPod Patreon: https://www.patreon.com/changelingthepodcast YouTube: https://www.youtube.com/@ChangelingThePodcast your hosts Pooka G (any pronoun/they) greatly prefers hanging out with Alec Bourbon's lighthearted and garrulous cousin, Bill Tequila Sunrise. Amelia Fetch (she/her) has three dots in Back to School Mantle and Court Goodwill with Christmas in July. I saw pale kings and princes too, Pale warriors, death-pale were they all; They cried—'La Belle Dame sans Merci Hath thee in thrall!' —John Keats, "La Belle Dame sans Merci"

Salimos de Carmena donde las del bar La Farándula nos la dieron con queso con “el incidente”, claramente desmontado por nuestros amigos de Bodegas Muñoz, ahora vamos hacia el suroeste, y salimos de buscando la N-502 que nos va a llevar tras 136 kms a tierra extremeñas, en particular a la localidad pacense de Helechosa de los Montes. Cuenta esta localidad con 562 habitantes, e incluye la pedanía de Bohonal de los Montes, donde viven 81 de esos 562 habitantes. El gentilicio es helechoseño o helechoseña. Se encuentra en el extremo noreste de la provincia de Badajoz, y por su término municipal pasa el Guadiana, sin esconderse, y el río Estena. Las aguas de ambos ríos se encuentran embalsadas en el embalse de Cíjara, que linda directamente con el pueblo. Le podemos preguntar cómo ha ido la cosa con las lluvias de hace mes y medio. Se tiene constancia de que las tierras están habitadas desde el Paleólitico Inferior, que a mi me suena despectivo. Su nombre original es Belhecosa, pero hace referencia a lo que su nombre actual indica, y es que es una tierra donde abundan los helechos. Su ayuntamiento se remonta al siglo XIII cuando Alfonso X, el sabio, no su hijo el menos sabio, hablamos del listo de verdad, o al menos, siendo rey, igual el menos tonto…como decia, la legislacion promulgada por el menos tonto, dio origen al ayuntamiento. Queda encuadrado dentro de lo que se llama La Siberia Extremeña…lo de extremeña igual es para que no lo confundamos con la de verdad. Actualmente esta zona está en trámites de ser reserva de la Biosfera. Como tardé lo mismo que en llegar el tren a Extremadura… En cuanto su patrimonio, destaca la Iglesia Parroquial de Nuestra Señora de Altagracia, que esta vez es 100% mudéjar, puro mudéjar, nada de barroco-renacentista-neogótico…tutto mudéjar, que tiene nombre de boxeador. Entre sus fiestas, lo que más destaca es el Corpus Christi, donde aparecen los llamados diablucos. La fiesta gorda es el domingo del Corpus y el domingo de la octava que es el domingo siguiente al del Corpus. Los diablucos son representaciones de las fuerzas del mal y al diablo. Durante mucho tiempo solo había dos diablucos porque en realidad representaban lo contrario a lo que se estaba celebrando, el Jesus Sacramentado, y además se les pagaba porque nadie quería serlo. Hoy es una fiesta más colorida en la que hay decenas de diablucos.

Send us a textThis week, we're taking a real look at the River People — the Achomawi — who made a life out of some of the roughest ground in Northern California.Volcanic fields, cold rivers, high desert — they knew every inch of it.They fished, they hunted, they moved with the seasons — and they passed down warnings about something they knew was still living underneath all of it.Pale beings that couldn't survive the sun.Caves and cracks where the air still breathes cold.We'll walk you through who these people were, how they survived, and why even now, they don't mess with certain places.Stick around — because in Part Two, we're going deeper into missing people, sealed caves, and the weird things still moving underground.This is Nightmares of the Americas: Indigenous Tales.Merch store- https://indigenoustales.threadless.com/Email us at info@behillnetwork.com Also check out our Instagram -https://www.instagram.com/indigenous_tales/And our TikTok -https://www.tiktok.com/@indigenous_talesAmanda Bland Dallas area Bakeryinstagram - https://www.instagram.com/cupidsweetsbakes/Cupid Sweets- https://www.facebook.com/cupidsweets

"Si te marchas", estrenamos el primer single adelanto del próximo disco de Germán Salto, una canción luminosa y una de las más rockeros donde el autor reflexiona sobre esas relaciones humanas en las que, cuando algo va mal, prefieres que la otra persona te odie antes de que se olvide de ti. Escuchamos la nueva canción de Ronroneo, "Esa Nube Se Parece Tanto A Ti", a The Pale White con "Nostradamus" y a CANTEO! adelantando en este podcast, otra de las canciones de su debut, que sale el viernes: "FeLicEs". THE PALE WHITE - NostradamusPIXIES - You're So ImpatientLATE NIGHT DRIVE HOME - She Came For A Sweet TimeRONRONEO - Esa Nube Se Parece Tanto A TiLA CASA AZUL - El MomentoAZEALIA BANKS - 212 FT. LAZY JAYPABLO SENATOR - OlvidarteSEXY ZEBRAS - Días de MierdaMELIFLUO - CalaveraLOS ESTANQUES Y EL CANIJO DE JEREZ - El Murmullo de los PerrosGERMÁN SALTOGERMÁN SALTO - Si Te MarchasTUNDE ADEBIMPE - God KnowsSTAY INSIDE - Monsieur HawkweedCAROLINE - Tell Me I Never Knew That (ft. Caroline Polachek)CANTEO! - Juro Que Era RealCOLECTIVO DA SILVA - La Luna y El solPARCELS - TiedUpRightNowEscuchar audio

In this chilling video, I share my horrifying encounter with a pale humanoid creature. If you're a fan of horror stories and creepypasta, this tale will send shivers down your spine!

If we would be able to see what we accomplish by doing mitzvot, we would run after them with such excitement and everything in this world would pale in comparison to them. When the Jewish People were preparing to leave Mitzrayim, they were told to go and gather all the wealth of Egypt. At that time, Moshe Rabbenu chose to go and find the aron of Yosef instead, and for that Chazal applied the pasuk חכם לב יקח מצוות to him. While everyone was becoming billionaires, Moshe went to do one mitzvah and he was called the wisest of all of them for that endeavor. Besides for the fact that his reward was eternal while their wealth would only last here in this world, seven days later at Yam Suf, the entire nation was in jeopardy of being killed out by the Mitzrim . When the Sea saw the aron of Yosef, it split and the entire nation was saved. Moshe Rabbenu was thus credited with saving the entire Klal Yisrael because of his pursuit of that one mitzvah. Why did the Sea split for Yosef? Because years before when he was being tested with the wife of Potifar, he ran away from temptation and so now the water was running away from his aron to save the entire Klal Yisrael . Imagine if during that difficult test Yosef would have known that he was going to be the cause of millions of people to be saved, he would have ran away with ease, it wouldn't have even been a test. However, Hashem does not allow a person to see the wondrous effects of what his deeds are going to accomplish, in order for his free will to remain balanced. But we must know that if we did have the eyes to see what was happening when we do mitzvot, we would be so excited to perform every single one of them. I read a story about a man who asked the gabai in his shul to reserve Aliyat Maftir and chazan for Mussaf on one of the upcoming Shabbatot , since that was the week of his mother's yahrtzeit . This man was a very organized person and always made sure to plan things a long time in advance. He was a long time member of that shul and one of its supporters and the gabai told him both of those honors were open and he made a note to reserve them for him. When that Shabbat arrived, the man came into shul filled with anticipation, but there he noticed that a stranger had joined the minyan that day and was in deep conversation with the gabai . The man was curious to hear what the debate was about and, to his shock, he found out that this stranger had asked for Maftir and chazan for Mussaf because he also had a yahrtzeit . Here he was a long time member and supporter of the shul and he asked for these from weeks in advance and now some stranger just strolls in out of the blue and thinks he can take those honors? But then, a small voice whispered inside of him, maybe he should give in? Who knows what merits help the neshama the most. Maybe giving up what was his for someone else would accomplish even more. And so, with great strength, he went over to the gabai and told him to give those honors to the other man. He would take a different aliyah and be chazan for Shacharit on the actual yahrtzeit instead. The gabai said, " Chas v'shalom , there is a system here, these are yours." The man reassured the gabai that he was actually happy to do this. And when the gabai saw he was serious, he went over and gave them to the other man. Rabbi Aharon Toisig, a prominent Rav from Bnei Brak, was present in the shul when this episode took place and he related what happened the next day. The congregant came into shul and said his mother came to him in a dream and said to him, "My son, I was given special permission to descend to this world to thank you. The elevation that I experienced when you gave up the Maftir and Mussaf was greater than any other I had ever experienced. I remember well the elevation I merited in past years when you got Aliyat Maftir and was chazan for Mussaf , but those did not come close to what I merited this year when you mustered up the fortitude to give up the honors that were rightfully yours for the sake of peace and to help someone else." This is just one small example of the great effects of our deeds. The harder they are to perform, the greater they become. We should always run to do mitzvot with the utmost excitement.

The Sex Tapes continueBy LiminallySpaced. Listen to the Podcast at Explicit Novels.Sandy looked at her gorgeous friend. Sandy loved her, truly; as did Don; and they both wanted so badly for her to be happy. They had all been friends for so long. Sandy thought back to the night they met, to the experience the three of them shared, and she felt something tingle inside her. It wasn't the first time she had thought about it, in fact there were many nights where she and Don would relive those events as they made love. They would sometimes expand on them, fantasize about them, and even though they never said it out loud, there was one element always missing."What if,” Sandy considered, “what if it wasn't with someone new?" Her hand went to Don's thigh. She felt him choke on his drink.The silence was deafening. Sandy tried not to squirm, to worry about what she might have just suggested. The next thing Kelly said was going to be extremely important."What do you mean?" Kelly said.They all knew exactly what Sandy meant.Kelly hadn't run screaming from the room though, and that was a good sign to Sandy."I mean, um, what I mean is,” for once Sandy was tongue tied. Despite their experience with other people, other couples even, Sandy wasn't sure how to proceed. This wasn't some random hook up, this was her best friend. Her best friend and her husband; the two people she loved most in the world.The two people she loved most.Looking her best friend in the eye she knew there was only one thing she could say. Sandy took one last big gulp of her drink, and slowly melted off the couch, down to her knees in front of her husband.Kelly still didn't move.Sandy's hands danced around Don's belt. She looked at her husband with her dark, seductive eyes. He nodded almost imperceptibly in approval.Kelly shifted in anticipation as Sandy's hands adeptly worked Don's belt and zipper. She tried to play it cool, but couldn't stifle a small gasp when her eyes took in the sight of Don's exposed cock. Thick, hard, and wonderful, it was exactly as she remembered it.Sandy warmed at the sigh her husband let out as her fingers danced up and down his length. Then she turned to Kelly. Instantly she was transported back in time to that night they all first met. This time, however, there was so much more between the three of them. So many years of love and friendship. She could see the flushing in her friend's chest already, and this time she knew the answer to the question even before she asked it."You wanna join us?"Kelly's throat was dry, probably because all the moisture in her body had been redirected between her legs. This felt wrong, it felt taboo, but good God, she was drenched. She had replayed that night they met over and over in her mind over the years, using the images and sounds burned into her memory as fuel for countless self-induced orgasms. She played out fantasies and scenarios about what would have happened if she had said yes to their invitation.She even told Pete about it once while they were making love. She rode on top of him, slowly grinding on his cock as she recounted every detail of the evening. Pete spurred her on with lewd, probing questions that only made her wetter, and him harder. Finally, just before they exploded together in mutual orgasm, he asked her if she wished she had accepted. Through ragged breaths and the beginnings of full-body spasms she choked out "Yes!"It became a fantasy they would play out from time to time, especially on nights the two hung out with Sandy and Don. After a nice night out, Kelly and Pete would retire to their bedroom, and on more than one occasion, while Kelly was sucking his dick, Pete would instruct her to close her eyes and imagine the cock in her mouth was Don's. It always had the desired effect, and Kelly's orgasms were always extra hard.Kelly sat there, eyes darting back and forth from Sandy, to Don, to Don's cock, to Sandy, for what felt like an eternity. She reached up and undid another button from her shirt, revealing the top of her cleavage.Don's cock throbbed.Sandy smiled.She doesn't remember moving, but all at once Kelly was on her knees next to Sandy, in front of Don's hard, straining erection. Her hand floated up. Her body suddenly flashed with hot electricity as her fingers brushed its firm, hot skin.Her eyes turned toward the throbbing member, and she licked her lips."Go ahead," Sandy's voice floated into Kelly's ear.Kelly gripped the bottom of Don's shaft gently, but firmly, parted her lips, and dropped her wet mouth over the head of Don's cock.All three of them groaned at the same time.A devilish smile of disbelief was on Sandy's face as she watched her best friend take her husband's cock in and out of her mouth. Judging by the look on Don's face, he couldn't believe it either.Kelly savored every inch of that cock. This had been a long time coming, and she wanted to experience it fully. Her cunt throbbed, wet and desperate, and she felt her body heating up with lust. This cock felt so good in her mouth. Not just because it was Don's cock, but because it was a good cock too. It was satisfying. Sliding up and down on it, practically drooling, she began to think of other ways it could be satisfying. She felt her cunt buzz again.In a feverish, lustful haze, Kelly regained awareness of her surroundings all of a sudden, and pulled all the way off Don's slippery rod with a loud pop. She sat back on her ankles, breath ragged. She coyly wiped her mouth, and then looked at her two friends."I'm sorry," she said between breaths, trying to regain composure. Sandy began to form a statement meant to reassure Kelly she did nothing wrong, but was stopped as Kelly finished her thought: "I didn't even offer you any."Sandy smiled, and leaned in, taking her husband's cock into her mouth herself.Kelly watched Sandy bob on Don's cock. She had never fully appreciated how sexy her friend was, but now she had a front row seat. She felt her cunt flood, and her nipples ache. Intense heat flooded her body, and without even realizing it, Kelly began unbuttoning the remaining buttons on her blouse.Don's gaze left the wet, pleasureful ministrations of his wife's mouth, and bounced over to Kelly as she removed her shirt. His cock surged; he had wanted to see those breasts ever since the night they met. Pale, supple, smaller than Sandy's but still substantial, Don's mouth (and cock) began to drool slightly. The tops of her globes held high and firm by a tasteful bra, deep breaths made them heave and push against the fabric. Her cleavage looked deep and tight, and Don fantasized about what it might feel like to slide himself between them. Pleasure boiled deep inside him.Sandy stopped her wet worship to watch the show as well, her thoughts coming very close to those of her husband, and used the opportunity to pass his cock back to her horny friend. Kelly didn't hesitate, sliding back into position, but a low croak from Don's throat stopped her before her mouth slipped back down his length"Wait," he croaked, the two gorgeous women turning quickly to check in with him, surprised to hear his hesitation. Don looked down at Kelly's big, doe eyes, her tongue idly working the edge of her lip in anticipation, and managed to get out two words: "bra too?"Sandy and Kelly both began to chuckle, and Kelly whispered back a syrupy "sure, Don, whatever you want."Those last three words sent a chill through Don's body, and he and his wife both watched in rapt attention as their friend reached up with one hand, unhooked the clasp, and let her bra slide down her arms and off her body.Don let out a low, appreciative moan. They were everything he had hoped for. Taking his cock back in her hands, slowly stroking him, Kelly gave him a moment to admire her free, naked breasts. She could tell by the locked gaze and slight smirk that he liked what he saw. And Kelly liked showing him, too. She liked the feeling of his eyes on her tits, it made her feel sexy. It made her feel wanted.Most of all it made her wetter than she'd been in years. Feeling the tingle of desire running through her, she leaned forward, and took Don's cock back into her mouth.Sandy watched her friend desperately devour her husband's penis, and made a decision. She slipped her own shirt off, followed quickly by her own bra, letting her two massive breasts swing free. Climbing back up onto the couch, she tucked herself in right next to her moaning, gasping husband, made sure her tits were in squeezing distance should he feel the need, and began lovingly stroking his chest and stomach as they both watched Kelly work.This was her night. She needed this. Sandy wanted her to have what she needed.The over stimulation of Kelly's mouth and Sandy's body was too much, and suddenly Don began to shiver and convulse.Kelly's tongue passed over the fat, smooth head of Don's cock and felt it flare. His balls pulled tight, and his cock grew even harder in her hands. Kelly smiled to herself.Sandy watched, her eyes darting back between her desperate, sucking friend, and her writhing, spasming husband. She squeezed her legs together, sending a bolt of pleasure through her body. A smile pulled at her lips as her best friend summoned a hard orgasm out of the man she loved. "That's it, baby, that's it," was all she said. She didn't know which one she was saying it to.Kelly felt a final strong surge in Don's shaft and then moaned as he began to fill her mouth with hot cum. She sucked and stroked, happily swallowing everything she was gifted. This was the first time in three years she had made a man cum. She was happy it was Don. His semen tasted good. She wanted it inside her.Eventually the pulses slowed, the spasms stopped, and all three felt their breathing return to normal. Kelly slowed the sweet suckling of her lips, and gently disengaged from Don's wilting member, a thin viscous strand of their shared fluids desperately clinging between her lips and his tip.Kelly modestly brought a hand to her mouth as she swallowed the last of Don's load, and the three friends sat in stunned silence, trying to figure out what just happened."Now what?" Kelly said, looking at the two of them. It was a loaded question, for sure.After considering the question for a moment, Sandy stood up. She looked down at her spent husband, and her clearly still horny best friend. Reaching down, she took Don's hand, then after a moment reached for Kelly's as well.The two new lovers stood up. Sandy leaned in and kissed Don hard, then did the same to Kelly. She could taste his semen on her lips."Round two." She said with a smile. She turned, and led her husband and her best friend by their hands into the bedroom.The erotic evening of discovery continued. Despite overwhelming feelings of lust and arousal at the lips of her friend, Kelly drew the line of exploration with Sandy at kissing (at least for this first night). This didn't limit their activities, however, as the two shared Don's recuperating cock between them, sucking, kissing, licking and stroking him back to rejuvenated hardness. It didn't take him long to get there, and pretty soon Don was fully hard and throbbing, thanks to the loving mouths of his wife and her best friend.He felt a certain sense of disbelief as soon the scene from the couch was mirrored in the bedroom, only this time Sandy was tucked in tightly to Kelly's side as Don pleasured Kelly with his tongue."Enough," Kelly said, "I want it. I need it."Kelly held her best friend tight. She could feel Sandy's nipples pressing into the side of her own breast. Her body tingled. Her breasts heaved atop wanton, nervous breaths as Don rose up from between her legs.His hands spread her thighs, and then lined up the thick flared head of his cock with her dripping cunt. He teased her for only a moment, spreading her juices around his tip, and then slowly pushed.Kelly felt Sandy's lips on her neck, and hands on her breasts as Don became the first man to enter her in three years.Her body was inflamed with sensation, and Sandy held her tight, guiding her through the feelings as Don thrust deeply and rhythmically.Soon Kelly writhed and shook, her breathing becoming ragged and labored, as orgasm seized control of her from head to toe. The image of Kelly cumming on his cock was too much, and Don too began to buck and shake. He pushed deep into Kelly's gasping tunnel and emptied himself into her warm center.Sandy gasped and cried out in joy as the two people she loved most shared such a beautiful, intimate moment.The three lovers collapsed into each other, a delirious, giggling tangle of vibrating flesh. Soon the wheel of pleasure slowly turned, and now it was Kelly pressed tight to Sandy as Don's tongue and fingers drove her toward ultimate pleasure.Her fingers danced over Sandy's steaming body. She had never touched another woman like this before. It was exciting and scary all at once. Soon she felt her best friend's body tremble, and shake, and heard the cries and moans of her pleasure. Kelly leaned in close, feeling the ragged breath of Sandy's orgasm on her cheek, and kissed her best friend.Sandy's body exploded in pleasure, an electric current of lust and love formed by Kelly's lips on her mouth and Don's lips on her cunt.The three lay together for a long while, each fully satisfied. Kelly knew things were changing, but somehow she also felt like this was how it was always supposed to be. Her thoughts drifted to the future; what this would be, where it would go, what other pleasures and experiences might be in store. She was ready for them. She wanted them. She wanted to have them with Sandy and Don."I think I have a lot of questions," she said finally, feeling Sandy's large breast sit heavy in her hand."I think we have a lot to tell you." Sandy chuckled."I can't wait." Kelly said, a smile beaming.Basking in the glow of her newfound satisfaction, Kelly's eyes lazily drifted across the room. She took in her surroundings, until her eyes caught the big lens of a home video camera on a tripod, pointed toward the bed."What's that for?"Chapter 22: Tim finishes watching the video"No, nope, nuh-uh, no way," I said, pacing back and forth across the living room. I was in shock.My upstairs neighbors and longtime family friends Sandy and Don had asked me to house sit for them. I had planned on a pretty quiet night until my best friend Tara had joined me. This led to us accidentally discovering a treasure trove of Sandy and Don's personal, explicit, home sex videos. This wasn't entirely surprising, given what I knew about Sandy and Don's rather adventurous sex life, and the first half of the video we chose to explore lived up to that expectation as it featured Sandy both sucking and cumming on a cock that didn't belong to her husband. It was the second half, however, that caught me so off guard; the part of the video we currently had paused; the part where Sandy took the camera into the bedroom and revealed her best friend bouncing enthusiastically on Don's dick.Her best friend who also just so happened to be my step mother Kelly."No, I don't, how is this possible? How could she,” I couldn't form a coherent thought. Kelly hadn't been on even a single date since my father died, and was a devout, church-going Christian, to boot. I could not reconcile that the sweaty, smiling woman with Don's thick cock up inside her was Kelly. I just couldn't."I mean, she's still a woman," Tara said, "everybody's got needs, right?""This isn't NEEDS, Tara, this is, GROUP Sex!" I practically shouted."I don't know, Miller," she said, a lusty smile on her face, "I think it's pretty cool, actually. Girl knows what she wants and goes out and gets it."I just stood there, aghast and livid, hands on my hips, shaking my head. Tara began to giggle."This isn't funny!" I croaked, but all she did was laugh harder.

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Tonight we bring you another Paranormal Potluck with accounts from listeners just like you who have experienced the strangest things this world has to offer, like encounters with reptilian aliens, grotesque pale crawling humanoids, and mischievous gnomes!

Jon shares how an impromptu appearance on TV led to him being in the same space as Gov. Tim Walz. Jon breaks down comments from former President Joe Biden's speech on Social Security benefits. Jon turns his sights on NY AG Letitia James and recent allegations of mortgage fraud. Jon also goes back to the biggest story in the news cycle today.

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Today we're talking about Pale Dot by Devin Nelson! A game about leaving the comforts of home and coming back to the comforts of home with the knowledge of parallel dimensions!Buy the game digitally on itch.io or physically by late-pledging on Kickstarter! Check out Devin's other work on itch.io and bandcamp!Check out Robin posting on Bluesky, writing on Inverse, and talking on Girl Mode!Check out Scout posting on Bluesky, talking on Paws & and Clause, and flexing on her portfolio!Discussed in the episodeScout's daily sketch of our Dustlings on BlueskyAdditional linksPale Dot is inspired by games like Dream Askew by Avery Alder and Fall of Magic by Ross Cowman---Visit our website!Support the show on Kofi!Follow us on Twitch!Follow the show on Bluesky!Check out The Worst Garbage Online!---Art by Tara CrawfordTheme music by _amaranthineAdditional sounds by BoqehProduced and edited by AJ Fillari---Timecodes:(00:00) - A couple addendums! (01:42) - Shoutout to switch-3-bean-poop [in search of a sponsor] (02:44) - Welcome to dotclip: the premiere show about putting your hair up (03:25) - Welcome Robin and Scout! (04:26) - What is Pale Dot? (10:26) - Previous experience with No Dice, No Masters games (12:04) - Exploring the galaxy (24:41) - A little bit of friction (29:30) - Frey's feelings (33:58) - Our playthrough (01:18:06) - Big Takeaways (01:18:14) - Scout's Big Takeaway (01:18:49) - AJ's Big Takeaway (01:21:10) - Robin's Big Takeaway (01:22:34) - Buy Pale Dot! (01:22:46) - Thank you Scout and Robin!

*The is the FREE archive, which includes advertisements. If you want an ad-free experience, you can subscribe below underneath the show description.The corruption of Rome often resulted from the military or public refusing to allow leaders (emperors) or the Senate to restore republican values and liberties that were stripped away by tyrants. Various outside elements sacked Rome physically, spiritually, and morally until nothing was left of its authority. The zealotry which infects the United States from foreign countries and major religions is having the same effect. Democrats target free speech to protect racial groups they believe are inferior to themselves, while Republicans do the same to protect religious groups that believe they are superior to all others. While the former usually have no god, the latter believe that their god gives them the right to destroy human freedom and life. DEUS VULT, a Latin phrase used by Christians during the First Crusade as a battle cry, is being used in 2024 too. It is the rallying cry for Christians to start war with Muslims in defense of Israel; a battle cry for Armageddon; a call to commit mass murder in the name of God even if that means allowing the very people Christians claim defense of to slaughter other Christians. Nothing could summarize this better than Nebraska congressman Don Bacon suggesting that if the choice came down to saving the U.S. or Israel, he would pick the latter. -FREE ARCHIVE (w. ads)SUBSCRIPTION ARCHIVEX / TWITTER FACEBOOKMAIN WEBSITECashApp: $rdgable EMAIL: rdgable@yahoo.com / TSTRadio@protonmail.comBecome a supporter of this podcast: https://www.spreaker.com/podcast/tst-radio--5328407/support.

Welcome to Paranormal Spectrum, where we illuminate the enigmatic corners of the supernatural world. I'm your host, Barnaby Jones, and today we have a very special guest joining us:Shetan Noir is the current owner of Squatch GQ magazine llc and also a Michigan based Author and paranormal travel Journalist. She also teaches courses on the paranormal history of the great lakes and cryptozoology of North America at Owens community college and Kellogg community College. Shetan also teaches classes for University Magikus that is co-owned by Patti Negri.Shetan has written several books on cryptozoology and is working on more upcoming book projects. Her current book is The Hounds tooth cookbook, Bone Arfp'etit! The marvelous misadventures of teagun gray (Teagun gray meets bigfoot) Shetan has also written Flying creatures of the Midwest, Beyond mothman! In 2018, she wrote Lake monsters and odd creatures of the great lakes.She is the active managing head writer and owner of *Squatch GQ magazine, *Cryptozoology Digest magazine, *Into the Liminal Abyss paranormal magazine (Paranormal, ufology, high strangeness), *Dinosauria and prehistoric creatures magazine, *Rockhound and prospector magazine. Shetan has been a contributing writer in the past to Supernatural magazine. She specializes in paranormal travel destinations and legend trip investigations.Shetan Noir is also a cryptozoology researcher and has spent 25 years researching the Paranormal and Cryptozoology fields. Her fascination began with lake monsters at an early age when she first learned about the Loch Ness monster, then hearing reports of lake monsters in her own state of Michigan. Her research has since grown to include Michigan's own Dogman and Nain Rouge, Bigfoot and ghost hunting. Shetan Noir is currently the lead investigator for the Michigan chapter of the North American Dogman Project, and also runs the paranormal investigation team of Michigan center for unexplained events and phenomenon.She is available to do book signings for her three current books,(1) Lake monsters and odd of the great lakes.(2) Flying cryptids of the midwest, beyond mothman!(3) The marvelous misadventures of Teagun Gray, Teagun vs. BIGFOOT.Shetan noir has been on many expeditions for cryptozoology in Michigan, Pennsylvania Minnesota, Ohio, Vermont, New York, Tennessee, North Carolina, Shetan has also done paranormal investigations at Randolph county insane asylum, Detroits 6th precinct, Graestone Manor, Historic Hoover house, Gettysburg, Historic Scott county jail.Sasquatch GQ Magazinehttps://www.amazon.com/stores/Squatch-GQ-magazine-LLC/author/B0BNWHN44J?ref=ap_rdr&isDramIntegrated=true&shoppingPortalEnabled=true&ccs_id=60cf4b1e-fed6-4f98-b7f2-2a0845803b08Shetan on Amazonhttps://www.amazon.com/stores/Shetan-Noir/author/B00BBO6VJI?ref=sr_ntt_srch_lnk_1&qid=1742744241&sr=8-1&isDramIntegrated=true&shoppingPortalEnabled=true&ccs_id=348559f7-778f-4c73-af10-2c3d2332e6d3Click that play button, and let's unravel the mysteries of the UNTOLD! Remember to like, share, and subscribe to our channel to stay updated on all the latest discoveries and adventures. See you there!Join Barnaby Jones on the Paranormal Spectrum every Thursday on the Untold Radio Network Live at 12pm Central – 10am Pacific and 1pm Eastern. Come and Join the live discussion next week. Please subscribe.We have twelve different Professional Podcasts on all the things you like. New favorite shows drop each day only on the UNTOLD RADIO NETWORK.To find out more about Barnaby Jones and his team, (Cryptids, Anomalies, and the Paranormal Society) visit their website www.WisconsinCAPS.comMake sure you share and Subscribe to the CAPS YouTube Channel as wellhttps://www.youtube.com/channel/UCs7ifB9Ur7x2C3VqTzVmjNQ

Back in the Victorian era, beauty trends were like stepping into a dark and eerie fairy tale. Pale, almost ghostly complexions were all the rage, with ladies going to extreme lengths using lead-based powders that probably did more harm than good. Then there were those creepy, doll-like porcelain masks that some women wore to achieve an unnaturally flawless face – it's like living in a real-life haunted porcelain doll collection. The obsession with tight-lacing corsets gave off major Tim Burton vibes, reshaping bodies into these unnatural, almost caricature-like silhouettes. And let's not forget the allure of arsenic-laced beauty potions; apparently, a toxic glow was considered fashionable. In hindsight, it's a good thing we've moved on from those hauntingly bizarre beauty rituals!

Nan epizòd espesyal sa a, Carel Pedre resevwa istorisyèn Bayyinah Bello pou yon gwo chita pale sou 75yèm anivèsè Kongrè Fanm yo an Ayiti. Evènman sa a ap fèt soti 10 pou rive 12 avril 2025 sou Campus Henry Christophe nan Limonad. Se yon okazyon pou n sonje batay fanm yo, reflechi sou sa yo reyalize, epi mete aksan sou sa ki rete pou fè.Nan videyo sa a, yo pale sou istwa ki efase, memwa kolektif nou ki an danje, sistèm edikasyon ki pa reflechi reyalite pèp la, ak nesesite pou jèn yo re-aprann valè fanm nan batay pou libète, edikasyon, ak jistis sosyal. Bayyinah mete aksan sou jan listwa ekri pou fè n bliye, men Kongrè sa a se yon apèl pou sonje, pou òganize, epi pou bati yon pi bon demen.

Nan entèvyou espesyal sa a, Ti Klod rakonte tout wout li nan mizik: kòman li te kòmanse ak 5-Lan, eksperyans li ak X-Tassy, wòl li nan Kaï ansanm ak Richard Cavé, epi kòman li vin travay nan Reyinyon Carimi.

What if the climate crisis isn't just about carbon—but about people, systems, and resilience? In this episode, I sit down with Hampus Jakobsson, General Partner at Pale Blue Dot, a $100M early-stage climate tech fund. Hampus shares why he left a life of “freedom and bliss” to go all-in on climate innovation—and why the next great founders must be both visionary and gritty. From navigating uncertainty to betting big on bold ideas, this episode is a masterclass in investing at the frontlines of global change. Tune in to find out more.--- Hey Climate Tech enthusiasts! Searching for new podcasts on sustainability? Check out the Leaders on a Mission podcast, where I interview climate tech leaders who are shaking up the industry and bringing us the next big thing in sustainable solutions. Join me for a deep dive into the future of green innovation exploring the highs, lows, and everything in between of pioneering new technologies.Get an exclusive insight into how these leaders started up their journey, and how their cutting edge products will make a real impact. Listen on…YouTube: https://www.youtube.com/@leadersonamissionNet0Spotify: https://open.spotify.com/show/7o41ubdkzChAzD9C53xH82Apple Podcasts: https://podcasts.apple.com/us/podcast/leaders-on-a-mission/id1532211726…to listen to the latest episodes!00:42 – Where Pale Blue Dot began01:30 – The meaning behind the fund's name04:25 – Why Hampus couldn't look away09:00 – “Do it only if you can't stop”10:50 – Climate investment mindset shift15:45 – How climate became politicized18:45 – The Pale Blue Dot investment thesis23:30 – What great founders must have26:10 – Founder-market fit and raw authenticity34:55 – When founders stop scaling38:50 – Fundraising isn't the real problem44:50 – Why climate investing isn't slowing down47:30 – Innovation thrives in chaosUseful links: Pale blue dot's website: https://paleblue.vc/              Pale blue dot's LinkedIn: https://www.linkedin.com/company/palebluedotvcclimate/             Hampus Jakobsson's LinkedIn: https://www.linkedin.com/in/hampusjakobsson/Leaders on a Mission website: https://cs-partners.net/podcasts/Simon Leich's LinkedIn: https://www.linkedin.com/in/executive-talent-headhunter-agtech-foodtech-agrifoodtech-agritech/

Graduation Day.  Book 3 in 18 parts, By FinalStand. Listen to the ► Podcast at Explicit Novels."You know nothing of what you speak of, Ishara, yet you now feel free to insult us," she simmered."Don't know, don't care. It was all before my time. I care about the 'here-and-now' as well as what we do in the future. What I am asking you is what concrete item or 'thing' can be provided to House Zorja to put this blood feud behind you. Name it and House Ishara will endeavor to procure it for you.""We are not merchants," Jana's eyes narrowed."No. I didn't imply you were. If you want new sandals for everyone in your House, I'll find you new sandals. If you want 100,000 acres of ranchland, I'll find you the land. Name it," I persisted."Our prestige cannot be bought," she 'explained'."No, but a blood feud with House Ishara can be avoided by making a request of us in the same way as expressing your desire to harm my daughter can be expressed by denying my offer," I hardened. "And 'fuck you very much' if you think I won't use every son, daughter, mother, aunt, and uncle of Ishara when I come gunning for House Zorja too.""You wouldn't dare bring outsiders into this," Klavdiya interjected."Why not? The offices of Ishara handed House Zorja the coup of the century ~ the capture of the People's Liberation Army Navy nuclear carrier. A member of House Zorja commanded that task, yet they did so by leading forces marshalled by House Ishara, outsider forces. You may wish to keep playing by old rules concerning who is and isn't part of a House, but I am not so constrained, sisters.""So Klavdiya, if House Meenakshi pursues its blood feud with House Zorja, House Ishara will gleefully join them in the pummeling. And we have Isharans in the 9 Clans, the Khanate and the Illuminati who will gladly help us out in slapping them around like the old-fashion curmudgeons they are showing themselves to be, or, House Zorja may request a gift from House Ishara and we will happily clear accounts between them and House Meenakshi in the name of our daughter, Parvati. Their choice.""You are still on the mats," Elsa reminded me. Sikia coiled protectively next to us."And you said something about a lesson being long overdue," Pamela smirked, "Kitten.""Cáel Ishara," Shawnee said in a soft voice, "perhaps it is germane to the argument: the fault of the blood feud rests with House Zorja, not House Meenakshi."I fell on my back, carrying Tad fi with me. She gasped out in surprise while remaining closely cuddled with me. Her right hand never left my lips."Why does no one tell me this shit?" I moaned."You are hard," Tad fi announced. "Are you ready to have more sex?" She was sounding upbeat about our prospects. She was also ignorant of our surroundings being deaf and blind to the mortal realm."Gossamer Wing," I created a pet name for the augur, "we are lying on the sparring mats of a large combat arena in the central Full-blooded training center for Havenstone with roughly 500 sisters in attendance (the audience had grown). While I am enticed by your scent, words, proximity and sweet memories of what we've shared, I'm probably going to be badly beaten up really soon for a terrific diplomatic snafu.""But then we can have sex?""Yeah. I'm totally up for having sex with you after they release me from Medical," I assured her. I looked around her to a very unhappy Mahdi."Can you find it in your heart to forgive House Zorja? Anything I can,""Yes," she abruptly cut me off.What the fuck?"At this time, my hatred of House Ishara, and you in particular, make any grievance I have with House Zorja pale in comparison. You have bewitched my only daughter. She bares your child, and it will be a wonderful child if the soiled augur you've stuck your cock in is to be believed," she ground out bitterly. "I want to go home. I want to find enemies to kill. And when I do, Cáel Ishara, know each and every one of them will carry your face in my mind."She turned to Jana. "Do you agree that we both hate Ishara enough to put aside our current differences?"Jana studied Mahdi, me, then Mahdi again and agreed. She stood. Mahdi stood. They clasped arms like Amazons, then hugged like sisters."Agreed. He is much worse."My thoughts on the matter. Woot! I was having sex! Oh, and I was making Aya happy by ending a blood feud."My admiration of you continues to increase," Krasimira looked at me. "This diplomacy stuff is harder than it looks yet you pull it off so effortlessly.""Yay me!" I muttered."Keeper, are we done?" Sikia asked Krasimira."I believe so," the older Amazon rose to her feet. Sikia was far faster in rising."Mahdi of Meenakshi, you have insulted me and my augur. Defend yourself," she snarled. If Tad fi hadn't been immediately present, Mahdi wouldn't have even warranted a warning no doubt."Had you done your job," Mahdi flowed into her fighting stance, "you both wouldn't be pregnant.""Whoa now," I struggled to rise while keeping Tad fi close and my body between her and the Meenakshi/Zorja side of the mat. "Sikia, I can't let you fight. You're pregnant too.""Don't be stupid, Cáel Ishara," Sikia retreated off the mat, so she could shed her jacket and footwear. "Amazons have fought pregnant for thousands of years.""Hold on now," NYPD Sgt. Larisa Kutuzov said in English as she moved forward. I was a millisecond too late. Larisa's foot touched down on the mat and Marlene Zorja popped her one, a hand chop to the larynx. The senior cop stumbled forward."Mom!" shouted Nikita. Marlene followed up with a leg sweep, putting Larisa face first on the mats, then a fist strike to the back of the head, knocking her out. Neat and tidy in less than two seconds.Nikita was about to charge in when Chaz stopped her."Footwear," he advised in the tone of voice I had learned to associate with him and imminent violence. The moment he stopped her, he was quickly removing his own socks and shoes. Virginia and Pamela were doing the same. I was allowed freedom of movement because I was holding Tad fi. Krasimira exited because of her unique status. The rest were already barefoot."Gale, could you please stay with Tad fi," I tried to hand her off."No," Gale looked me over. "I will fight." No hint on whose side she would be fighting on. Krasimira came to my rescue."I'll take her.""Tad fi," I told the augur, "I have to go get beaten up now, but I promise I will be back for you directly.""This is not your fight," Krasimira said. "The words and deeds are Sikia's.""A, she carries my child and B, the deeds being called into question are my fault.""You told me once they were the Will of Ishara," Krasimira mused."We are one in the same," I gave a lopsided grin."Be careful," Tad fi pleaded. "Your future is a chaotic jumble, I cannot see,""Eh, I've been very bad. We'll talk about it later. Gotta go," I headed onto the mats.Pamela was giving the ground rules to the 'normals': No 'fair warnings'. No 'fair play'. No 'time outs'. You fought until unconscious, or you surrendered."This is going to suck," Virginia assessed our odds. Two Amazons had removed Larisa from the mats and were tending to her. Nikita was kneeling by her side until she heard Virginia, then came our way.Besides Sikia, we had Pamela, Chaz, Virginia, myself and Nikita. Oneida stepping up was nice. She wasn't a great combatant, but we dearly needed the help. Gale joining us was, unsettling. Amazons don't play fair, so this could be a ruse.Against us were all three Zorja and both Meenakshi ~ I imagined Rhada felt she had something to prove to her mother. They'd picked up ten other Amazons and Rhonwenn Nemain. Klavdiya joined them to counterbalance her baby sister. Eight to seventeen ~ ouch."Damn," a familiar voice from my first days on the job spoke up from behind me, "we almost missed this." I didn't dare look over my shoulder. Desiree stepped between Chaz and Virginia. Rachel came up on my left and Tiger Lily on my right. At the tail end of our line was Mona, Meridian, Brielle and Wiesława. Fifteen to seventeen was looking much better, especially considering Desiree had brought five Security Detail warriors with her, all of whom were moving to further bolster our numbers."Rachel," Elsa looked to her underling, "you have no idea why you are fighting.""It is for Cáel. So it must be for a better tomorrow," Rachel laughed."Very well," Elsa smirked."You!" Mahdi pointed at me, and we both charged. It was a jumbled nightmare of clashing bodies, war cries and flashes of movement all around. Our side had two main advantages -While Chaz was by no means the best hand-to-hand combatant present, he knew the basic Amazon style and most Amazons didn't know his. Added to his overall height and bulk advantages, he bought us time.Of greater importance, Rachel, Tiger Lily and Mona had extensive training working as a team, which none of the opponents had.Elsa was the most dangerous individual on the mat. Pamela was the second most dangerous, so Elsa grabbed a couple of partners and ganged up on her to drive her off the mats. Chaz went next, out-Elsa'ed and beaten unconscious. The issue was, it took her too long to accomplish those two feats. By the time she rounded on me, Rachel and Tiger Lily, our half of the field had wiped out theirs. It was six of us (me, Rachel, Tiger Lily, Gale, Wiesława and Desiree) versus four of them (Elsa, Marlene, Klavdiya and Rhonwenn).Still, I was facing Elsa, so a judicious bit of treachery was required."Gale," I huffed and puffed, "please retire. I don't want you to fight your sister.""What?" Gale snapped. She'd taken a beating, yet remained feisty."No, fighting her sister is okay with me," Desiree scowled. "We are still facing fucking Elsa.""All the other women you have mated with have failed. I remain," Gale trumpeted."Oh, you are right," I half-turned. "All the reason you are more precious to me.""Really?""Of course," I deepened my introspective appreciation of her."Oh," and Klavdiya punched Rhonwenn. That was an 'oh, Cáel Ishara must actually care for my baby sister and not be just a Playa' on Klavdiya's part. Yeah. I'm a horrible fucking person at times.Rachel, Tiger Lily and I rushed Elsa. Marlene pivoted to ward against Klavdiya while Gale and Wiesława stormed in against her. Desiree helped Klavdiya finish drubbing Rhonwenn before they combined to force Marlene off the mats. Elsa chose to go down swinging in a dogpile of bodies. I took an ear-ringing blow to the head which allowed Rachel to apply a chokehold and it was lights out for the Head of SD.After some water bottles went around and those concussed returned to wakefulness, the resolution of the brawl was decided. Mahdi apologized to Sikia. It was short, terse and sparing of any empathy, yet was within the bounds of Amazon etiquette. She departed with Rhada, which left me to pick up the pieces, starting with Nikita's mom."Oh," the older woman moaned then, "Ms. Fredrickson? What are you doing here?""Avenging you, Mother," Nikita fluffed up the truth. "She, Cáel and the others cleaned house on the woman who jumped you and her allies.""Desk Sergeant," Desiree gave a curt nod."This isn't over," Larisa winced as she moved to a sitting position."Mrs. Kutuzov, it is over," I headed off a colossal waste of time. "This is my daily life and part of your daughter's life with JIKIT. You will find scant witnesses and no tape recordings of these events. This craziness is just another day in the life here at Havenstone. You stepped on the mat and thus became fair game to any physical confrontation an opponent cared to mete out. Consider this sovereign soil of an independent nation-state.""We," she looked around. "You kicked their asses?""Definitely," Pamela gave a feral snarl."This is plain nuts," she shook her head, winced in cranial pain, then put her aching head in her hands."One of the reasons we've put our dating in hiatus," Nikita comforted her mother while looking at me, and smiling affectionately.Ah, for fuck sakes! I was engaged to someone else and having a dozen kids by ten different women. How could I still possibly be considered viable dating material? Oh yeah, martial valor, laughing at death, I hung out with truly exceptional cool people and I would always be in need of saving, a plus for a crusader like Nikita.I had so many allies to tend to, but only one who seemed to be making an exit. I swooped down on Tad fi long enough to place her fingers to my lips."I'll be right back, friend of a friend in need," and off I went. I caught Tavi of House Stolgos just outside the door. She wasn't avoiding me. She'd been observing Chaz and he had been otherwise occupied.My British companion had played a pivotal role in the combat and taken his beating like a man. He'd been rendered unconscious. So had many others, so no stigma was attached to his loss. Post-battle, he had chosen to sit on his haunches, knees up, talking to several of the Amazons, both kneeling and standing. A few had been bystanders and a few others foes.He stayed on his ass to reduce his height advantage. Letting Amazons make eye contact while not having to look up at you created definite benefits. His good natured approach to his role in the fight and pummeling earned him positive vibes as well. He made it clear the tussle to him was not macho-personal. He was my 'brother / sister / sibling' spiritually-speaking via Pamela adopting us both as her 'grandsons', so my fights were his fights. Sikia had my (Cáel's) child, so that bond extended to her as well ~ family.Pamela and I had schooled him on Amazon psychology and those lessons were now paying serious dividends. 'The Male' hadn't wanted to fight them ~ 'Amazons are tough' he'd confessed, he knew this because he worked with several every day on JIKIT~ but family was on the line, so he fought. Mahdi had apologized, so the matter was settled. The other Amazons he'd fought? They had fought for their reasons and he was okay with not questioning them about it.Why? He was conscious of his conspicuous status as a 'guest', knew he was in no way an Amazon, and was not privy to what motivated them. He didn't want to be an Amazon. He had his own, much younger, martial tradition he was proud of, yet was eager to learn from the vastly greater Amazon war lore because 'winners' didn't have a gender-bias and no other tradition could compete with the Amazons' 3,000 years.Under normal circumstances, the women around him wouldn't have given credence to his praise. He was a male after all. Through the tiny tear I'd created in their insulating social fabric, Chaz was building upon his own exploits. In the after-battle analysis, the Amazons reflected on the realization Elsa had concentrated on him as her number two objective, second only to Pamela who scared everyone who knew anything about her. That bolstered Chaz's appeal.For the Amazons who thought a male would get all pouty and cry over being beaten up by a girl/girls, Chaz was breaking the mold. He wasn't angry. He was amused. The fight had been a learning experience and he'd felt honored to watch, no matter how briefly, a warrior of Elsa's caliber fight. He'd explained 'I', Cáel Wakko Ishara, considered Elsa one of the top 5 combatants I'd ever seen, which included Ajax the Unconquered. The others were Sakuniyas, reborn Amazon and former Queen of Assyria, Saint Marie, the Golden Mare, and Pamela, the Cliff-walker.More happy Amazons because the list's only non-Amazon was a dead Hero from the Trojan Wars and it was well known I 'got around' (aka dealt with violent outsiders.) Chaz was telling the truth, almost. The 'fifth' person on the list was Alal, but explaining him would be difficult, so Chaz edited him for this particular audience. Good man.In the hallway, "Tavi, a moment," I called out. She slowed down, took a few more steps allowing me to catch up."Yes Ishara?" she gave me her best neutral look. Yep. She was jealous."I beg two favors from you," I quickly went down to one knee in her path. That caught her off guard and left her in the awkward position of me being terribly close and staring up at her."I, I will listen," she muttered."I would like to know if you are pregnant," I asked very softly. Yes, she was, but she didn't want to tell me. She contemplated pushing past me. It would be very easy. "I know I am stepping beyond the boundaries between warriors. Please. My destiny has brought you two together. I am at fault here." 'Fault' was the key word."If I have a son, he will be given to the Queen," Tavi's face was stern and unforgiving. "He will live.""That's not what he's worried about," I shook my head. "He wants to be a father to your daughter, Tavi. He wants to introduce you to his mother and grandmothers, maybe his sisters too, if that can be arranged.""Huh?""He is not like me, Tavi. There is no other in his life, but you.""I, I will not leave my House for him," she protested angrily."He would never ask you. That doesn't mean he doesn't want to remain at your side for years to come. He can be a father to your child and not be a part of House Stolgos in the same way you can be a mother to your child and not be a part of Clan Tomorrow.""Oh," she furrowed her brow. "How would this possibly work?""I have an 'in' with the Queen," I winked. "I'll work out something.""He knows I will never stop being an Amazon," she elucidated intensely."Absolutely. He is an intelligence operative after all. He's figured a few things out for himself.""Why doesn't he tell me these things?""Tavi, he threw his body on top of me to shield me from a bomb blast, so he's undoubtedly brave, but telling you what is in his heart is scary for him. As his brother, I see behind his silence,""Oh, what should I do?" she was vexed."Go back in there, demand to speak with him and tell him the truth," I stood up."The truth?""That you are going to have a little StolgosTomorrow-ite running around sometime next year," I exuded confidential friendliness."Cáel Ishara," she tilted her head slightly, "you don't know much about infants, do you?""Nope," I pseudo-confessed. I actually did know something about newborns. I'd studied up so I could make a move on a cute girl whose free time was eaten up by babysitting, so I 'helped out'. Oink."They aren't 'running around'," she turned to head back into the gym, "until the ninth month at the earliest. Normally, running doesn't happen until the eighteenth month.""My fiancée has a three-year old, so she should be able to help me through some of the hardest parts," I babbled along. Tavi didn't give a crap.In we went. Tavi stormed straight toward the bevy of Amazon babes concentrating on 'her' Chaz."Color Sergeant Tomorrow," she abruptly interrupted. "A moment of your time.""Ladies," Chaz uncoiled himself from the surrounding women. The Amazons were either mildly put off, they thought they were about to get laid, or pissed off, they were sure they were about to get laid, and Tavi was stomping on their happy."Yes, Ms. Gentry," Chaz linked his hands behind his back in a 'rest easy' stance. 'Gentry' was the fake last name Tavi used in the outside world. She motioned toward the windows with her head. Off they went. I couldn't hear what was being said, but my lip reading skills were up to the task.T: (I am pregnant)C: (I love you)T: (Oh) ~ stunned. Go Chaz!C: (Well, I don't imagine the Amazons have a marriage ceremony and an Anglican service would be inappropriate, so perhaps we could research a Scythian ritual which could make both families happy) ~ delivered in the patented smooth Chaz style.T: (Marriage? To you?)C: (I will not submit to being anyone's slave nor would I ever ask you to submit to me. Outside of that, will you be my partner and my partner alone until the cliffs separate us?)T: (Amazons are not monogamous)C: (I am)T: (I will, I mean, can I think about this?)C: (I am not going anywhere, Tavi){Pause}T: (Did you put Ishara, Cáel Ishara up to this?)C: (Yes)T: (Why?)C: (I imagine he explained what I am feeling better than I could)T: (Oh, do you want me to meet your mother and grandmothers?)C: (Absolutely)T: (Okay)C: (Okay ~ you would like to meet my Mother and Grandmothers?)T: (No, yes, I mean, yes I would like to meet them and I am okay with you being with no other woman until the cliffs separate us, and I will do the same, no other males)C: (If I pick you up, hug you and kiss you, will your sisters freak out?)T: (I don't know)So Chaz swept Tavi up until her head was higher than his (a feat, considering their 8" height differential) and kissed her deeply. Mumbled words followed. Tavi wrapped her legs around Chaz's waist and out they went. Around me were angry murmurings of the 'did that Amazon just run off with our man' variety. Not my problem. I had plenty of different Amazons wanting my attention. Hallelujah!{8:00 pmDon't try this at home.I covered my face with a pillow and pressed down hard. I'd already tried breathing exercises, meditation and even contemplated more cranial trauma before thinking up this particular crazy idea. It took some mental effort and accessing some of my Alal-'pain sorting' skills to accomplish, but in the end, I felt myself 'let go'.I sat up."Hello," Tad fi beamed."Hey," I took a deep breath. Since we were talking, I must have passed out. Her eyes wandered over the room."Is this the world as you see it?" she wondered. Oh yeah, I had to be creating the environment for her to enjoy.Sikia was kneeling on the bed a foot away, her gaze moving between the two of us. The 'grayness' of her form suggested she was wholly in reality and not in the 'Ishara-space' the goddess had shown me and I was now sharing with my augur."This is how you see me?" she examined her fingers, her wrists, then some long locks of her hair."You are more beautiful," I answered. The impact of my words crossing over drew her eyes back to me. It was the magic of hearing for the normally deaf girl. I concentrated, peeled back some fantasy and attached a realistic form to Sikia. Tad fi followed my gaze."Your hair," she addressed her guardian, "It is lighter than I imagined."Sikia said something I couldn't understand, muffled as it was by my dreaming."I cannot hear you, but I see you through his eyes," the augur carried on her conversation. They touched. It had to be somewhat bizarre for Sikia. As she reached for Tad fi's hand, her friend intercepted the extended member. Their fingers intertwined before completing the journey to the guardian's lips."Don't cry, no, we couldn't have, no, we shouldn't have knocked him out sooner. I don't think he was aware of this discipline when we first met. Were you, Cáel?""No. Perhaps if I had understood more about the consequences of seeing ghosts, I might have," I tapered off. "Now that we know. I can try this more often.""Your health?" Tad fi worried."I might be immortal," I confessed. I was confessing because I was desperately seeking a way to share some of my genetic quirkiness with her ~ some strength to carry her through this pregnancy and spare her life, Dot Ishara be damned."And you would seek a way to spare me," she graced me with her gentle presence. Lying in the 'spirit' world was a whole lot tougher than in the flesh."Yeah. I've got some arcane lore rattling around in my head, plus I have a few outside sources I can ask for help. I'm not giving up on you.""I have foreseen my death.""Well, un-foresee it," I scolded her. "Dot Ishara told me we see what might happen, though nothing is guaranteed. So even your death isn't an absolute. Since it hasn't happened, I see no reason to let it happen. You are going to live to hold our daughter. If not, my immortality is worthless.""You can never save everyone. Sometimes you must let a few go to save the rest," she advised."If I find someone I'm not attached to, I'll let them go. I promise. Until then, I'm, ugh, I'm fading, and I'm keeping you.""We shall see," she murmured. I fell back into my body and into wakefulness."Now we have sex," Tad fi announced in a melodic voice."He is ready to perform," Sikia agreed. She was fondling my balls with one hand while her breath played across my rod. I sat up to see the augur climbing up the bed between my thighs. She kissed my glans, licked across its top, then kissed it again."I've got it from here," she told Sikia."What?" Sikia was confused. Tad fi's lips began to engulf my sceptre."Sikia, come here," I gently pulled on her arm. She was conflicted yet up some came.We started out with tender kisses on the lips. I kept drawing her toward me. My lips and tongue migrated down her chin and throat to her breasts. When she thought my target was her breasts, she was all onboard. That was a mere stop-off point on my journey, though I played around for a while.At the same time, I had to use subtle movements with my hips and clenches with my gluts to school Tad fi on her fellatio. Thankfully, I was doubly-blessed. This wasn't my first time schooling two girls at once and Tad fi could determine more from such minimal reactions due to her heightened sense of my muscle contractions through her touch than any other woman I'd ever met.When I began running my tongue in large lashes underneath her breasts, I confused Sikia once more. She was resistant as my hands on her hips pulled her higher so that my lips and teeth could tease her taut stomach while I twirled my tongue in her belly button. She giggled.I had been slowly wiggling down the bed, backing Tad fi up, so when it came time to mount Sikia on my face, I had the headboard room. I kept her muscular thighs securely in hand because the moment I had her happy, I pushed her up. She looked down, seeking guidance and I motioned her to turn around. She did the eye-ball math, realized she'd be facing her augur, and hastily obeyed. Of course, her movement on the bed alerted Tad fi through mattress vibrations.Sikia was sitting on my face, leaning down so she could run her hands through Tad fi's hair and along her face and lips (and my phallus). I kept my hands pressed between our bodies. My right made the sojourn to my pubic area to play around and give them both something else to suck on, my fingers. My left loitered around between Sikia's breasts and her clitoris when my lips were otherwise occupied.I could cup her clit with my tongue in a U-shape, rubbing it along my taste buds. Most of my time was taken up with my tongue broad lashing her vulva or tightly-twisted and delving into her cunt and my nose pushing against her brown hole. I could tilt myself up so I could make tongue-intrusions into her back passage as well. The first time, she squealed.Before she could decide if she wanted to make me stop (she did, virtually all first timers always default to asking their partner to stop, so you have to distract them), Tad fi wanted to know what had brought her reaction on. Then came Sikia's troubled revelation of what I was doing, how the augur shouldn't suffer through it, despite the increasing pleasure she was receiving, only to finally be unable to supply the answer as to why Tad fi shouldn't experience it too.Sikia shot me a treasured look of bewilderment. I'd brought her to orgasm with my tongue alone. I was a guy after all."Switch?" I suggested. Tad fi was still administering one of the slowest, most considerate blowjobs I'd ever experienced. She wasn't rushing toward anything. Sure, she was unschooled, but was devoting her incredible sensitivities to my pleasure and taking pleasure in her ability to bring me to such excitement."Change places?" she mused. "Okay." Tad fi's lips slid off me with one final, loud 'pop', then she used her spider-like fingers to climb up my body while Sikia traveled south. She lavished butterfly kisses on my face ~ childish, yet so very appropriate between us ~ and I mirrored the gesture.With some reluctance, she mounted me, facing Sikia. My tongue flicking across her clit on its first exploration brought out a joyous gasp. It only got better from there.The Long Slide Into Domestic Life:"Twins?" Hana snuggled into my arms. We were at her place, naked in bed together after a late late-night unscheduled meeting with some VIPs. Despite the late/early hour, she was alert, tense even. It had been a mentally stimulating late night encounter which had brought me to her bed."Yes. That is what Tad fi predicted," I inserted between raining kisses down on her forehead. Hana liked non-distracting attention when she was in this kind of mood. She was exhausting herself mentally as she was building up to being amorous."Ana-Călina and  rp d?" she worked over the names on her tongue. "They have a special meaning?""Only if you are Hungarian and Romanian," I teased her. She elbowed me slightly. " rp d was the semi-mystical pagan warlord who led the Ten Tribes who became known as the Hungarians ~ the Magyar peoples ~ into the Carpathian Basin, present day Hungary. Ana-Călina was born a Byzantine princess of the storied House of Basarab; she married Radu Negru, thus becoming the first Princess of a free Wallachia ~ the foundation for a free Romania. She was also the great-grandmother of Dracula.""So they are famous names with regional historical significance, did they live long, happy lives?"" Árpád, no one knows for sure. His kids were quarrelsome, but they did manage to found a dynasty at the start of the second millennia which ruled for three centuries.""Ana-Călina, yeah. I think so," I continued. "She lived into her seventies and her eldest son left his country stronger, richer and safer than when he received it. She did out live her husband by over fifty years, and got to see her youngest grandson bury most of his rivals, the kids from her husband's first marriage.""Ah, what?" Hana rose up until we were eye to eye. Since she was naked, her boobs swayed slightly as she did so. My eye flickered. "Eyes forward, Mister," she playfully barked. "What happened to all her other grandsons?""Wallachia in the 15th century was a tad rough and tumble," I evaded."They killed one another?""Mostly they were killed by conspiracies amongst their boyars, nobles of the time.""Why does, Tad fi want to dredge up these names again?" she kept eye contact."Not a clue," I pleaded."But you think it is important?""No. I think you are important. Screw Fate. It can name its own kids. We can chose whatever names make you happy, except 'Up'. Up's been taken.""You've named another of your offspring 'Up'? That's cruel, or does that mean something in another language I'm unaware of?" she shifted her shoulders so her boobs wobbled again. Of course, I broke eye contact. I hadn't had sex in hours and her boobies were right there, damn it!"Actually, Pamela and I named this secret agent in Hungary that, just to fuck with his head," I divulged."Oh. Pamela. I should have known," she slowly smiled. "You are being very well behaved," she added. Woot! She noticed I wasn't throwing her down and pawing her delectable flesh. "One more thing before the nookie.""Name them. Their dead," I pledged."Not necessary," her sigh turned into a giggle. "If I'm going to be having twins, I'm going to be rather big come late March. We need an earlier wedding date."Oh, fuck me!"What do you have in mind?" I tried to keep the creeping dread out of my voice."New Year's Day?" she suggested. I did a quick calculation. That was annihilating 78 days out of what remained of my bachelor life. In 114 days my life would cease having any meaning whatsoever. I'd be a Mr. to someone's Mrs. The end"Sure, I can arrange to be killed before then," stumbled out of my mouth."What was that?" Hana pouted."Nothing Dear. Cosmic psychic intersection with an Al -demon; don't know what came over me," I fibbed."Man up," Hana bit my nose. "Our marriage won't be that bad if we both work at it. It isn't like I'm demanding celibacy from you." Then she mouthed 'yet'."Wait. Did you mean celibacy, as in no fun at all, or monogamy, as in only 'happy time' with you?" I desperately sought clarification."Oh," she pursed her lips. "I meant monogamy. I didn't mean to scare you.""Oh, thank goodness," I sighed."Here," her gaze turned tender. "Let me make it up to you." Hana placed one hand on my shoulder and rose up my body until my face was gently nestled in her bosom. Then she wiggled back and forth, basically because I'm a big baby and easy to please. I was alternating which nipple I was kissing in no time."Mmm," she murmured. "I've missed you." Her other hand's fingernails coasted down my abdomen and found 'Mr. Happy' had risen to attention. Okay, he'd been hopping up and down on my groin since she'd said we were 'going to bed' 30 minutes ago. Hana decided wrap up my shaft with her hand, then applied a few tender strokes. I reciprocated by cupping her left tit in one hand, forming a mound with her areola at the center, and began to twirl from the outside inward to her hardened nipple with just the tip of my tongue.It was 4 a.m. Why was I taking it slow when I had my final work review with Katrina in three hours? Hana deserved this and more. Why was Hana doing it? She was her own boss, plus her life was careening wildly outside of anything she'd imagined before she'd first laid eyes on me. Half of the financial empire she shared with her father was suddenly in the hands of a military dictatorship, her beloved father was dealing with the murder of her hated step-brother and she was marrying a Prince in a European cathedral which required someone high in the Vatican's approval process to use.Yeah, her life had gone nuts. Worse, she loved me. And I wasn't the kind of man she ever thought she'd love. She'd thought she'd never love anyone again after her life with her asshole of an ex-husband and their bitter, contentious divorce. I was barely someone she could classify, and Hana was a terribly ordered and organized person. Saying my life was messy was being generous. I was some mysterious warrior-diplomat-playboy-aristocrat who hung out with people more bizarre than me.Hana picked up her tempo. I switched breasts. Her motor was really starting to hum. Any other night, I could have moved straight to revving her up to an orgasm. I had the time to make it two without any problems. A good one and Hana would be happy and drift off to sleep. Instead, I intuited she wanted more, so we developed our own game of cat and mouse with her climax, and its suspension, being our ultimate goal.My left hand danced down the back of her ribcage like playing keys on a piano. It was a light, teasing gesture. Her hair the color of tarnished gold cascaded down as she began placing her own kisses upon my crown. Each move by one partner evoked a response by the other. Hana ran my glans over her glistening labia, getting it nice and slick. I worked down her waist, cupped her ass, and then glided over her thigh to the back of her knee where I started tickling her. She snickered."You are distracting me," she murmured. I wasn't. I knew these things."I like to get the feel of every inch of your flesh," I responded. More mirthful noises from her. Slowly, her gooey vestibule rubbed against and over the top, until I felt myself entering. There, she hesitated. I propelled my hips an inch up, twisted right then left before falling back down, a micro-fuck."Ah," she emoted her approval. "My turn." Hana's knees spread to the side, making a memorable sound on the silk sheets as she impaled herself. This time she rolled her hips forward, back, then did a slow 360 with me  inside her, letting the slow progress over her spark memories for her to savor. "I never believed sex could be like this," Hana hiccupped."How so?" I knew the answer, but wanted her to put her chaotic passions to words. It would make her happier."Experimenting, silly. Stopping in the middle and doing, this," she reversed her hip rotations this time. "I never imagined a lover having such patience, or,""Yourself as being so openly sexually adventurous?" I finished."Yeah," she huffed. "I really, really owe your college professor, plus you and all your diligence, for this," at the last moment, she encountered the gateway to her G-spot. I knew precisely where that gem was. Previously, Hana had gained a vague idea where it was from the perspective of masturbation and our prior lovemaking. Now I had let Hana rediscover that joy with my cock as her tool to utilize as she wished."You realize pregnant women want even more sex," she hummed. She was vigorously working my cock now. Hana had bridged a huge gap, sexually. Normally, a woman of Hana's quality tried to please her man first with the hope her orgasm would soon follow. I was different. My greatest sexual gratification came from her ecstasy. She was confident in that now. By bringing herself to climax, she was making me excited for what would come next."That's okay," I propped myself up on one elbow now that Hana was riding me cowgirl-style. "I dig big chicks." The open-palm slap to the chest was a given."Hercege, you, you are horrible," she growled around a feral smile. The lip-biting, tongue-sucking kiss was equally vicious, primal and leading Hana to the end of her tether. Not only was Hana's sexual trust in me/us expanding, she was putting extra effort into her physical workout regime too. She might still have a ways to go to compete with an Amazon, but it was still going to be a great night."Hercegn , I am nothing but a twisted shadow of masculine lust whose every contour is cast by your muliebrous glow," I teased. Her eyes twinkled. Yes, definitely still going to be a great night."Okay," Hana yawned, "I give up. What does 'muliebrous' mean?" She'd been holding on to that for an hour and a half. It was five-thirty and I was dressing in my biking clothes before heading into work."From the Latin 'muliebri' which means 'womanly'," I answered. Her sleepy eyes drank in both my response and my physique. I had discovered another thing Hana liked and that was to expand her academic/linguistic frontiers. She was enchanted with the idea that I liked to engage her mind along with her body, sparking on all cylinders.She'd crawled over to my side of the bed, her head resting on my pillow, soaking up my scent as she watched me. I knelt down, kissed her on her ear, cheek and finally the side of her lips. Hana was beat."Have a good day and be careful," she mumbled. Her eyes closed. Her chest rose with one last, waking breath before her sleep rhythms took her."Ditto," I whispered. I snuck into  Annela's room and planted a kiss on her head as well. The craziness of my life had a way of cascading over to the ones I loved. Loved? Oh boy,7:00 am Monday, September 8th, Graduation Day!Brielle and her buddy were humming along as the elevator doors closed. Once more, my 'hellish' schedule demanded I change in the elevator. I'd gone to gun practice with my bike clothes on, so I absolutely had to change into business attire in the magic box, in front of them.Juanita adjusting my tie was a less than subtle attempt to strangle me. I was about to be late to my final 'start of day' meeting as an intern in Executive Services, so her chastisement would have to wait. Who would have thunk it? Juanita would have to wait outside for this ceremony. Paula raced with me to be the last one in, only to have Daphne grace us with the 'news':"The meeting won't start for another fifteen minutes," she grinned. "Katrina is bringing up the 'new hires' for the fall program."I finger-flicked my head. The 84 days as an intern was merely the 'training wheels' period. To really be a member of ES was at least a two year training process. The Amazons around me had started their training for this gig when they were fifteen and were eighteen and nineteen now, their ID's said they were older for legal purposes.In theory, my four years in college was counted as 'preliminary' training and provided things such as acclimation to outsider culture ~ aka 'acting normal'. Logically, I would train under someone like Desiree or Buffy for a year before being a full-fledged member of the service."How many this time?" I asked Daphne since she seemed to be in the know."Twenty," she grinned. "We are getting two."I noticed there was still only my tiny desk in Katrina's office. That meant the new guys would be out in the office pool with everyone else. Probably for the best. The ladies were now used to having a male around, so would be careful in what they did and didn't say. I yawned."Tired," Fabiola smirked."Oh yeah," I stifled another yawn. "Met an emissary from the Pope." Fabiola glowered. "No. Seriously. I met an emissary from Holy See. I let Hana know I wanted to get married in a highly improbable place, a ruined cathedral, so she contacted the Catholic Church and one of their guys wanted to meet with me.""That had to be fun," Tigger grinned. "What does the Cult of the Nazarene think of you and the Goddess Ishara?""We actually discussed polytheism and the place of an omnipotent, omnipresent being in the scope of things," I placed my hands behind my back and rocked back and forth. "It was quite interesting. The guy knew his shit."By that, I meant he was probably with the Pope's Secret Service as well as a Brainiac with a PhD in something. He'd promised to be in touch as soon as he heard back from his superiors. He had this hot chick with him who I suspected was a nun. And if his driver wasn't ex-military, it was because he was still in the service. On the plus side, Hana had been beaming when we left, which assured me the meeting had gone well, so we had sex from 4 AM until 5:30, thus my current fatigued state."Are you going to abandon your faith?" Fabiola taunted me."I don't have faith, Fabiola of Minerva. Faith would imply I don't know there are supernatural entities screwing with our lives. I know they do exist, I've met a few. To satisfy your disingenuous curiosity, we discussed the nature of the Weave and it being the possible manifestation of God's Will.""How did that go?" Paula appeared interested."He strongly suggested I should 'revisit my Catholic roots' soon. By that, I think he meant I'm supposed to start attending church regularly," I shrugged. "The Pope is sending an envoy to the Great Khan too, so odds are good I'm getting married," I pronounced the last bit as the doom-laden prediction it was."Oh, yes," Fabiola reached passed Paula and smacked me in the chest with the back of her hand. "That is for insinuating you and I had intercourse to my Mother and the Council.""Was that chastising me for lying, or for not making it so?" I winked."Ah, no!" she pouted. "Stop lying about me."I looked down at my phone."We've got twelve minutes," I double-pumped my eyebrows. "Want to go to Katrina's bathroom?""What! No!" Fabiola

In dieser besonderen Episode von BierTalk sprechen wir mit Matthias Pflug, einem leidenschaftlichen Hobbybrauer aus Wiesbaden, der mit seinem Label „Brauamt Mosbach“ außergewöhnliche Biere kreiert. Er erzählt von seinem Weg zum Bierbrauen, seinem Faible für belgische Bierstile und seiner Liebe zur Bierkultur. Gemeinsam verkosten wir eine breite Palette seiner Biere – von einem American Rye Ale mit intensiven Roggen- und Hopfenaromen über ein belgisches Tripel mit spannenden Gewürznoten bis hin zu einem einzigartigen Münchner Dunkel mit selbst gemälzten Linsen. Wir diskutieren die Kunst der Rezeptentwicklung, den Einfluss von Malz und Hopfen auf Geschmack und Mundgefühl und warum Geduld und lange Reifezeiten seine Biere so besonders machen. Dabei tauchen wir tief in die Welt des Hobbybrauens ein, sprechen über sensorische Wahrnehmung, Bierstile aus aller Welt und spannende Brautechniken. Matthias gibt Einblicke in seine zukünftigen Pläne, darunter der Ausbau seiner eigenen kleinen Braustube, die vielleicht eines Tages ein Treffpunkt für Bierliebhaber wird...

The Kohberger Selfie That Could Seal His Fate, Bob Motta & Tony Break It Down What kind of person allegedly buys a knife, a sheath, and a sharpener months before a brutal quadruple murder—and then takes a thumbs-up selfie in front of a shower hours after the crime? In this chilling (and oddly absurd) episode of Hidden Killers with Tony Brueski, defense attorney and Defense Diaries host Bob Motta joins Tony to dig into the latest revelations in the alleged case against Bryan Kohberger. With new evidence pointing to a suspicious shopping list—knife, sheath, sharpener (aka the creepiest vacuum attachment ever)—the timeline may be starting to close in. Motta and Brueski break down whether this kind of purchase, made months before the crime, can really prove intent—or if it just paints a deeply disturbing picture of preparation. Speaking of pictures, what's with the selfie Kohberger allegedly took post-crime? Pale as a ghost, standing in front of a shower, giving a thumbs-up—was it a trophy, or a bat signal to the internet's darkest corners? Is the defense going to be able to explain any of this away—or is this knife already in too deep? #BryanKohberger #TrueCrimeToday #HiddenKillersPodcast #IdahoFour #CrimeSceneEvidence #DarkHumorCrime #DefenseDiaries Want to listen to ALL of our podcasts AD-FREE? Subscribe through APPLE PODCASTS, and try it for three days free: https://tinyurl.com/ycw626tj Follow Our Other Cases: https://www.truecrimetodaypod.com The latest on The Downfall of Diddy, The Trial of Karen Read, The Murder Of Maddie Soto, Catching the Long Island Serial Killer, Awaiting Admission: BTK's Unconfessed Crimes, Delphi Murders: Inside the Crime, Chad & Lori Daybell, The Murder of Ana Walshe, Alex Murdaugh, Bryan Kohberger, Lucy Letby, Kouri Richins, Malevolent Mormon Mommys, The Menendez Brothers: Quest For Justice, The Murder of Stephen Smith, The Murder of Madeline Kingsbury, The Murder Of Sandra Birchmore, and much more! Listen at https://www.truecrimetodaypod.com

The Kohberger Selfie That Could Seal His Fate, Bob Motta & Tony Break It Down What kind of person allegedly buys a knife, a sheath, and a sharpener months before a brutal quadruple murder—and then takes a thumbs-up selfie in front of a shower hours after the crime? In this chilling (and oddly absurd) episode of Hidden Killers with Tony Brueski, defense attorney and Defense Diaries host Bob Motta joins Tony to dig into the latest revelations in the alleged case against Bryan Kohberger. With new evidence pointing to a suspicious shopping list—knife, sheath, sharpener (aka the creepiest vacuum attachment ever)—the timeline may be starting to close in. Motta and Brueski break down whether this kind of purchase, made months before the crime, can really prove intent—or if it just paints a deeply disturbing picture of preparation. Speaking of pictures, what's with the selfie Kohberger allegedly took post-crime? Pale as a ghost, standing in front of a shower, giving a thumbs-up—was it a trophy, or a bat signal to the internet's darkest corners? Is the defense going to be able to explain any of this away—or is this knife already in too deep? #BryanKohberger #TrueCrimeToday #HiddenKillersPodcast #IdahoFour #CrimeSceneEvidence #DarkHumorCrime #DefenseDiaries Want to listen to ALL of our podcasts AD-FREE? Subscribe through APPLE PODCASTS, and try it for three days free: https://tinyurl.com/ycw626tj Follow Our Other Cases: https://www.truecrimetodaypod.com The latest on The Downfall of Diddy, The Trial of Karen Read, The Murder Of Maddie Soto, Catching the Long Island Serial Killer, Awaiting Admission: BTK's Unconfessed Crimes, Delphi Murders: Inside the Crime, Chad & Lori Daybell, The Murder of Ana Walshe, Alex Murdaugh, Bryan Kohberger, Lucy Letby, Kouri Richins, Malevolent Mormon Mommys, The Menendez Brothers: Quest For Justice, The Murder of Stephen Smith, The Murder of Madeline Kingsbury, The Murder Of Sandra Birchmore, and much more! Listen at https://www.truecrimetodaypod.com

What kind of person allegedly buys a knife, a sheath, and a sharpener months before a brutal quadruple murder—and then takes a thumbs-up selfie in front of a shower hours after the crime? In this chilling (and oddly absurd) episode of Hidden Killers with Tony Brueski, defense attorney and Defense Diaries host Bob Motta joins Tony to dig into the latest revelations in the alleged case against Bryan Kohberger. With new evidence pointing to a suspicious shopping list—knife, sheath, sharpener (aka the creepiest vacuum attachment ever)—the timeline may be starting to close in. Motta and Brueski break down whether this kind of purchase, made months before the crime, can really prove intent—or if it just paints a deeply disturbing picture of preparation. Speaking of pictures, what's with the selfie Kohberger allegedly took post-crime? Pale as a ghost, standing in front of a shower, giving a thumbs-up—was it a trophy, or a bat signal to the internet's darkest corners? Is the defense going to be able to explain any of this away—or is this knife already in too deep? #BryanKohberger #TrueCrimeToday #HiddenKillersPodcast #IdahoFour #CrimeSceneEvidence #DarkHumorCrime #DefenseDiaries Want to listen to ALL of our podcasts AD-FREE? Subscribe through APPLE PODCASTS, and try it for three days free: https://tinyurl.com/ycw626tj Follow Our Other Cases: https://www.truecrimetodaypod.com The latest on The Downfall of Diddy, The Trial of Karen Read, The Murder Of Maddie Soto, Catching the Long Island Serial Killer, Awaiting Admission: BTK's Unconfessed Crimes, Delphi Murders: Inside the Crime, Chad & Lori Daybell, The Murder of Ana Walshe, Alex Murdaugh, Bryan Kohberger, Lucy Letby, Kouri Richins, Malevolent Mormon Mommys, The Menendez Brothers: Quest For Justice, The Murder of Stephen Smith, The Murder of Madeline Kingsbury, The Murder Of Sandra Birchmore, and much more! Listen at https://www.truecrimetodaypod.com

In recent decades, wildfires have gotten larger and more intense, and community-destroying blazes are an increasingly common occurrence. But new research looking at centuries of wildfires shows that compared with fires in the 19th and earlier centuries, today's blazes pale in comparison – at least in terms of size.

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A little bonus for you. Here is the audio for a recent YouTube video I made. As I was denied access to YouTube's advanced features, this is an opportunity to share links I could not share in the video description. Featuring: Brad Kerr's Demon Driven to the Maw https://www.drivethrurpg.com/en/product/372360/demon-driven-to-the-maw?src=DotDem Yochai Gal's Rise of the Blood Olms & Beyond the Pale https://www.drivethrurpg.com/en/product/475984/cas-2-rise-of-the-blood-olms?src=DotDem https://www.lostpages.co.uk/presskit/sheet.php?p=beyond_the_pale https://www.exaltedfuneral.com/products/beyond-the-pale?srsltid=AfmBOopC45WzIB3Ty9KyevATSrL2L_xGiT6BYZcErwi1KyX7LJZWaWoe Oozejar's Illustrated Bestiary https://gourdin-konbo-club.itch.io/illustrated-bestiary For next Movie Monday I'm sticking with 1984. The Neverending Story directed by Wolfgang Petersen is based on Michael Ende's fantasy novel from 1979. See below for details on contacting the show. The episode airs on March 31st, submissions by the 29th, please if you want to be included in the show. Leave me an audio message via ⁠https://www.speakpipe.com/KeepOffTheBorderlands You can email me at ⁠spencer.freethrall@gmail.com⁠ You can find me in a bunch of other places here ⁠https://freethrall.carrd.co You can also find me on Discord by searching for freethrall This is a public episode. If you would like to discuss this with other subscribers or get access to bonus episodes, visit freethrall.substack.com

Jack and David spend more time in the incredible world of "Tales from Beyond the Pale" with "Food Chain." Four hunters set out to trap the elusive Big Foot but it's not long before the hunters become the hunted. It's Audio Drama Time! Learn more about your ad choices. Visit megaphone.fm/adchoices

Jack and David spend more time in the incredible world of "Tales from Beyond the Pale" with "Food Chain." Four hunters set out to trap the elusive Big Foot but it's not long before the hunters become the hunted. It's Audio Drama Time! Learn more about your ad choices. Visit megaphone.fm/adchoices

Nan entèvyou sa a Good Tang ouvè kè li pou pale sou pakou li nan mizik. Li rakonte kòman li te kòmanse kòm yon jèn ki soti nan yon fanmi mizisyen, eksperyans li ak gwoup X-Tassy ak Enposib, epi kijan li pran desizyon lanse premye pwojè solo pa li.Good Tang mete aksan sou vizyon li kòm atis, jan li viv mizik chak jou, e sa ki enspire li pou kreye mizik ki soti sou premye albòm li "Ma Muse".

Send us a textWelcome to Guess the Year! This is an interactive, competitive podcast series where you will be able to play along and compete against your fellow listeners. Here is how the scoring works:10 points: Get the year dead on!7 points: 1-2 years off4 points: 3-5 years off1 point: 6-10 years offGuesses can be emailed to drandrewmay@gmail.com or texted using the link at the top of the show notes (please leave your name).I will read your scores out before the next episode, along with the scores of your fellow listeners! Please email your guesses to Andrew no later than 12pm EST on the day the next episode posts if you want them read out on the episode (e.g., if an episode releases on Monday, then I need your guesses by 12pm EST on Wednesday; if an episode releases on Friday, then I need your guesses by 12 pm EST on Monday). Note: If you don't get your scores in on time, they will still be added to the overall scores I am keeping. So they will count for the final scores - in other words, you can catch up if you get behind, you just won't have your scores read out on the released episode. All I need is your guesses (e.g., Song 1 - 19xx, Song 2 - 20xx, Song 3 - 19xx, etc.). Please be honest with your guesses! Best of luck!!The answers to today's ten songs can be found below. If you are playing along, don't scroll down until you have made your guesses. .....Have you made your guesses yet? If so, you can scroll down and look at the answers......Okay, answers coming. Don't peek if you haven't made your guesses yet!.....Intro song: A Whiter Shade of Pale by Procol Harum (1967)Song 1: Angel by Shaggy (2000)Song 2: Angel of Mine by Monica (1998)Song 3: Conquistador by Procol Harum (1967)Song 4: Forever by The Little Dippers (1960)Song 5: Babe by Styx (1979)Song 6: Pedestrian at Best by Courtney Barnett (2015)Song 7: Running Bear by Johnny Preston (1960)Song 8: Joy to the World by Three Dog Night (1970)Song 9: Take This Hammer by Lead Belly (1942)Song 10: Hunting High and Low by a-ha (1985)

Welcome to Monsters on the Edge, a show exploring creatures at the edge of our reality in forests, cities, skies, and waters. We examine these creatures and talk to the researchers studying them.Joining us on this week's show:Brooke Moreland is a dedicated Bigfoot field researcher and the creator and host of the popular podcast Dark Florida, where she delves into the mysteries of the Sunshine State and beyond. With a passion for uncovering the truth about Bigfoot, Brooke collaborates with researchers, witnesses, and enthusiasts across the country to investigate and document encounters with this elusive creature. Her curiosity and determination have made her a respected voice in the cryptozoology community.Through Dark Florida, Brooke explores the intersection of folklore, science, and eyewitness accounts, offering her audience engaging discussions and firsthand insights into the world of Bigfoot and other cryptids. She is known for her thorough investigations, captivating storytelling, and ability to connect with diverse voices in the field.Beyond her podcast and research, Brooke is a nature enthusiast, avid adventurer, and experienced hiker. Her love for the outdoors fuels her passion for fieldwork, allowing her to immerse herself in remote wilderness areas and gain a deeper understanding of the habitats where Bigfoot may roam. Whether trekking through dense Florida swamps or scaling rugged mountain trails, Brooke brings an adventurous spirit and keen observational skills to every investigation.A passionate advocate for preserving nature and respecting the unexplained, Brooke combines her scientific curiosity with an open mind, striving to bridge the gap between skepticism and belief. Her work not only hopes to shed light on the mysteries of Bigfoot but also inspires others to explore the unknown and appreciate the beauty of the natural world.Dark Floridahttps://rss.com/podcasts/dark-florida/https://www.youtube.com/@darkflorida411https://www.instagram.com/darkfloridapodcastClick that play button, and let's unravel the mysteries of the UNTOLD! Remember to like, share, and subscribe to our channel to stay updated on all the latest discoveries and adventures. See you there!Join Barnaby Jones each Monday on the Untold Radio Network Live at 12pm Central – 10am Pacific and 1pm Eastern. Come and Join the live discussion next week. Please subscribe.We have ten different Professional Podcasts on all the things you like. New favorite shows drop each day only on the UNTOLD RADIO NETWORKTo find out more about Barnaby Jones and his team, (Cryptids, Anomalies, and the Paranormal Society) visit their website www.WisconsinCAPS.comMake sure you share and Subscribe to the CAPS YouTube Channel as wellhttps://www.youtube.com/channel/UCs7ifB9Ur7x2C3VqTzVmjNQ

Jack and David spend more time in the incredible world of "Tales from Beyond the Pale" with "Hidden Records." When a troubled teen is haunted by the memory of his musician father and the vinyl record that speaks from beyond the grave. Written and directed by Douglas Buck. Featuring Kevin Cline, Tony Todd, Susan Corbett. Performed live July 27, 2015. Learn more about your ad choices. Visit megaphone.fm/adchoices

Jack and David spend more time in the incredible world of "Tales from Beyond the Pale" with "Hidden Records." When a troubled teen is haunted by the memory of his musician father and the vinyl record that speaks from beyond the grave. Written and directed by Douglas Buck. Featuring Kevin Cline, Tony Todd, Susan Corbett. Performed live July 27, 2015. Learn more about your ad choices. Visit megaphone.fm/adchoices

Nou pale ak Joann Milord, Prezidan & CEO @LittleHaitiTrust, sou plan estratejik ki vize devlopman ekonomik, lojman abòdab, pwoteksyon kilti ak touris, epi sipò pou ti biznis yo. Plan sa a ap ede Little Haiti grandi epi vin pi atiran pou moun ki vle envesti ak devlope kominote a.Little Haiti Trust ap travay pou mete resous yo disponib pou kominote a epi ouvri pòt pou plis opòtinite. Genyen finansman pou moun ki vle fè aktivite, espesyalman pou Mwa Eritaj Ayisyen an. Si w vle patisipe epi fè tande vwa w, ou ka vizite sit entènèt yo an oswa kontakte yo dirèkteman.

You know it's gonna be a good episode when we kick things off with a full-blown identity crisis and a Bachelor recap. But buckle up, because this one takes a wild turn. Rylee lived through what can only be described as a real-life apocalypse simulation at a massive cheer competition in Texas—where the words “shooter” and “bomb threat” sent 70,000 people into absolute chaos. Running for her life, losing track of her sister, and somehow becoming a guardian angel for a lost child? It's giving stress-induced aging.Meanwhile, we also unpack the universal February/March Ugly Season™, where no amount of self-tanner or Hot Pilates classes can fix the vibes. And, in true unhinged fashion, we spiral into the Gabby Petito and Ruby Franke documentaries because why not add one more layer of emotional damage?If you love hearing near-death experiences mixed with pop culture hot takes and mild existential dread, this episode is for you. Grab a blanket, hug your people, and maybe invest in an AirTag for your kids.Hug Your People, and Then Hug Them Again Find us here: Instagram Website Tiktok Our latest merchandise DROP

Czar Nicholas hated Jews and Judaism in equal measure. He initiated 600 decrees against them over a 30 year period, and destroyed community life in Russia. The terror of his reign is relieved only by the faith and courage of families across the Pale of Settlement, carried out in defiance of the secret police and of Jewish informants.    Chapters 00:00 The Jewish Plight in the Russian Empire 02:54 Russian Policies and Jewish Resettlement 06:05 Nicholas I and the Cantonist Decree 08:57 The Impact of Conscription on Jewish Families 12:00 The Agony of Jewish Children in the Army 14:54 The Struggles of Jewish Identity and Survival 18:08 The Role of Informers and Community Dynamics 21:01 Resistance and the Response of Jewish Leaders 26:25 The Impact of the Cantonist Decrees 32:10 The Struggle for Jewish Identity 34:26 Nicholas I's Repressive Policies 36:51 Censorship and Cultural Suppression 39:43 The Role of Hevras in Jewish Life 40:40 Cohesion Amidst Oppression 44:50 The Irony of Forced Preservation 45:41 Educational Reforms and Their Consequences 53:08 Moses Montefiore's Visit to Russia 54:51 Reflections on Suffering and Resilience

Jack wakes but has a new insight in the mystery of Mr. Crow taking David to "Tales from Beyond the Pale" beginning with "Reappraisal" and "In the Wind" from Glenn McQuaid and Larry Fessenden! Learn more about your ad choices. Visit megaphone.fm/adchoices

Brad's saved cask and we've been drinking and eating sausages at the world's most famous pub.WATC THIS WEEK'S VIDEO: https://youtu.be/UIVi7YzXCR0Support the showBrought to you by the team behind the Craft Beer Channel, The Bubble is a weekly podcast that gives you a way to wind down with your first beer of the weekend. Dig into craft beer, film and music culture as well as hearing what's going on in the wild world of Beer Tubing.BUY JONNY'S NEW BOOK! SIGNED COPIES: https://www.davids-bookshops.co.uk/products/the-meaning-of-beer-by-jonny-garrett-signed-pre-orderAMAZON: https://www.amazon.co.uk/Meaning-Beer-Jonny-Garrett/dp/1838959947/WATERSTONES: https://www.waterstones.com/book/the-meaning-of-beer/jonny-garrett/9781838959944SUPPORT US! Pledge on Patreon and get some cool merch & videos: https://www.patreon.com/craftbeerchannel Check out our awesome sponsor The Malt Miller: https://www.themaltmiller.co.uk/ Twitter – @beerchannelFacebook – http://www.facebook.com/thecraftbeerchannelInstagram – @craftbeerchannel

The Session is still on the road and this time we land at Arizona Wilderness Brewing Company! The crew at AZWB brewed a special collaboration with us; a unique take on the world famous (at least to us here at the BN) Pale 31. Chris White from White Labs was also a part of the collab and sits in as co-host as we learn about the wonderful world of Arizona Wilderness. And stay tuned for part 2 coming soon! Learn more about your ad choices. Visit megaphone.fm/adchoices

BONUS EPISODE! Enjoy this special feed drop of our Patreon-exclusive side series, Party of One (Plus One), focused on sequel episodes, returning guests, and deeper dives into the games we feature on the show.Devin is the designer of Pale Dot, a collaborative storytelling game for 2-5 players about a crew of non-human cosmonauts leaving their planet to explore a strange solar system, finding threads to unravel the unknown along the way. He takes us through a session of the game, and we get real weird real quick.For more Pale Dot, check out the latest episode of Party of One on the main feed with Patrick Burke!For more Party of One (Plus One), check out the Patreon at www.patreon.com/jeffstormerPALE DOT: http://ttrpg.link/paledotDEVIN NELSON: https://linktr.ee/devindecibelPARTY OF ONE DISCORD: https://discordapp.com/invite/SxpQKmKSUPPORT JEFF ON PATREON: www.patreon.com/jeffstormerSupport this podcast at — https://redcircle.com/party-of-one-podcast/donationsAdvertising Inquiries: https://redcircle.com/brands

Back on caffeine as a form of sleep control, and roasted by his mother, Tristan tries to convince his family to watch Puss In Boots; all the while reminding everyone of his uncle.   Submit To The Show @: FullCircusPodcast@Gmail.com

Hosts Jim DeRogatis and Greg Kot welcome Robyn Hitchcock back to Sound Opinions to discuss the singer-songwriter's book, 1967: How I Got There and Why I Never Left, and the accompanying album, 1967: Vacations in the Past. Plus, the hosts review the new album from SZA.Join our Facebook Group: https://bit.ly/3sivr9TBecome a member on Patreon: https://bit.ly/3slWZvcSign up for our newsletter: https://bit.ly/3eEvRnGMake a donation via PayPal: https://bit.ly/3dmt9lUSend us a Voice Memo: Desktop: bit.ly/2RyD5Ah Mobile: sayhi.chat/soundops Featured Songs:The Soft Boys, "I Wanna Destroy You," Underwater Moonlight, Armageddon, 1980The Beatles, "With A Little Help From My Friends," Sgt. Pepper's Lonely Hearts Club Band, Parlophone, 1967SZA, "Saturn," Lana, Top Dawg, 2024SZA, "Drive," Lana, Top Dawg, 2024SZA, "BMF," Lana, Top Dawg, 2024SZA, "Another Life," Lana, Top Dawg, 2024Robyn Hitchcock and The Egyptians, "Brenda's Iron Sledge," Black Snake Diamond Röle, Armageddon, 1981Robyn Hitchcock, "Trams of Old London," I Often Dream of Trains, Midnight Music, 1984Robyn Hitchcock, "A Whiter Shade of Pale," 1967: Vacations in the Past, Tiny Ghost, 2024Robyn Hitchcock, "Like a Rolling Stone," Robyn Sings, Editions PAF, 2002Robyn Hitchcock, "Trouble in Your Blood," The Man Upstairs, Yep Roc, 2014Robyn Hitchcock, "A Day in the Life," 1967: Vacations in the Past, Tiny Ghost, 2024Robyn Hitchcock, "See Emily Play," 1967: Vacations in the Past, Tiny Ghost, 2024Robyn Hitchcock, "Itchycoo Park," 1967: Vacations in the Past, Tiny Ghost, 2024Robyn Hitchcock, "Vacations in the Past," 1967: Vacations in the Past, Tiny Ghost, 2024Fruit Bats, "We Used to Live Here," A River Running to Your Heart, Merge, 2023See Privacy Policy at https://art19.com/privacy and California Privacy Notice at https://art19.com/privacy#do-not-sell-my-info.

Tonight's calls will make sure you have all the nightmare fuel you need... disturbing bedside alien abductions, creepy shadow entities, pale white creatures lurking outside a home, and much more. Season 18 Episode 31 of Monsters Among Us Podcast, true paranormal stories of ghosts, cryptids, UFOs and more, told by the witnesses themselves. SHOW NOTES: Support the show! Get ad-free, extended & bonus episodes (and more) on Patreon - https://www.patreon.com/monstersamonguspodcast Support Our Sponsors - https://www.monstersamonguspodcast.com/sponsors MAU Merch Shop - https://www.monstersamonguspodcast.com/shop Watch FREE - Shadows in the Desert: High Strangeness in the Borrego Triangle  - https://www.borregotriangle.com/ Monsters Among Us Junior on Apple Podcasts  - https://podcasts.apple.com/us/podcast/monsters-among-us-junior/id1764989478 Monsters Among Us Junior on Spotify - https://open.spotify.com/show/1bh5mWa4lDSqeMMX1mYxDZ?si=9ec6f4f74d61498b Crawler Sightings Map - https://www.google.com/maps/d/u/0/viewer?mid=1oteBIsZ63AwLNSzUbUIqA_p-Rhwa6nMI&ll=12.24572924673968%2C-110.28069914999998&z=2 Crawler Sightings Map Nova Scotia - https://www.google.com/maps/d/u/0/viewer?mid=1oteBIsZ63AwLNSzUbUIqA_p-Rhwa6nMI&ll=44.75294123770429%2C-63.249960484439725&z=8 Westville, Nova Scotia Pale Crawler Sighting - https://www.reddit.com/r/CrawlerSightings/comments/pi5qgs/my_sighting_in_westville_nova_scotia_canada_a_few/?utm_source=share&utm_medium=web2x&context=3&rdt=63308 Fall River, Nova Scotia Pale Crawler Sighting - https://www.reddit.com/r/Humanoidencounters/comments/gccpzw/i_saw_something_today/?utm_source=share&utm_medium=web2x&context=3 Ovens Natural Park, Nova Scotia Pale Crawler Sighting - https://www.reddit.com/r/Paranormal/comments/4nxfgl/my_boyfriend_saw_something_inhumanly_tall_and_pale/ Childhood Alien Abduction Story - https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=D8dOjJ7XSVE Southern UK Glimmerman -  https://shorturl.at/DoVRn UK Countryside Glimmerman - https://www.reddit.com/r/GlimmerMan/comments/wupwp3/my_experience/ Scotland Glimmerman - https://www.reddit.com/r/GlimmerMan/comments/116cnb5/i_think_i_saw_a_glimmer_man/ Music from tonight's episode: Music by Iron Cthulhu Apocalypse - https://www.youtube.com/c/IronCthulhuApocalypse CO.AG Music - https://www.youtube.com/channel/UCcavSftXHgxLBWwLDm_bNvA Music by White Bat Audio - https://www.youtube.com/@WhiteBatAudio White Bat Audio Songs: Fractals Calling You Cryptid Monolith Lurking Delta City Learn more about your ad choices. Visit megaphone.fm/adchoices

Tonight's calls will make sure you have all the nightmare fuel you need... disturbing bedside alien abductions, creepy shadow entities, pale white creatures lurking outside a home, and much more. Season 18 Episode 31 of Monsters Among Us Podcast, true paranormal stories of ghosts, cryptids, UFOs and more, told by the witnesses themselves. SHOW NOTES: Support the show! Get ad-free, extended & bonus episodes (and more) on Patreon - https://www.patreon.com/monstersamonguspodcast Support Our Sponsors - https://www.monstersamonguspodcast.com/sponsors MAU Merch Shop - https://www.monstersamonguspodcast.com/shop Watch FREE - Shadows in the Desert: High Strangeness in the Borrego Triangle  - https://www.borregotriangle.com/ Monsters Among Us Junior on Apple Podcasts  - https://podcasts.apple.com/us/podcast/monsters-among-us-junior/id1764989478 Monsters Among Us Junior on Spotify - https://open.spotify.com/show/1bh5mWa4lDSqeMMX1mYxDZ?si=9ec6f4f74d61498b Crawler Sightings Map - https://www.google.com/maps/d/u/0/viewer?mid=1oteBIsZ63AwLNSzUbUIqA_p-Rhwa6nMI&ll=12.24572924673968%2C-110.28069914999998&z=2 Crawler Sightings Map Nova Scotia - https://www.google.com/maps/d/u/0/viewer?mid=1oteBIsZ63AwLNSzUbUIqA_p-Rhwa6nMI&ll=44.75294123770429%2C-63.249960484439725&z=8 Westville, Nova Scotia Pale Crawler Sighting - https://www.reddit.com/r/CrawlerSightings/comments/pi5qgs/my_sighting_in_westville_nova_scotia_canada_a_few/?utm_source=share&utm_medium=web2x&context=3&rdt=63308 Fall River, Nova Scotia Pale Crawler Sighting - https://www.reddit.com/r/Humanoidencounters/comments/gccpzw/i_saw_something_today/?utm_source=share&utm_medium=web2x&context=3 Ovens Natural Park, Nova Scotia Pale Crawler Sighting - https://www.reddit.com/r/Paranormal/comments/4nxfgl/my_boyfriend_saw_something_inhumanly_tall_and_pale/ Childhood Alien Abduction Story - https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=D8dOjJ7XSVE Southern UK Glimmerman -  https://shorturl.at/DoVRn UK Countryside Glimmerman - https://www.reddit.com/r/GlimmerMan/comments/wupwp3/my_experience/ Scotland Glimmerman - https://www.reddit.com/r/GlimmerMan/comments/116cnb5/i_think_i_saw_a_glimmer_man/ Music from tonight's episode: Music by Iron Cthulhu Apocalypse - https://www.youtube.com/c/IronCthulhuApocalypse CO.AG Music - https://www.youtube.com/channel/UCcavSftXHgxLBWwLDm_bNvA Music by White Bat Audio - https://www.youtube.com/@WhiteBatAudio White Bat Audio Songs: Fractals Calling You Cryptid Monolith Lurking Delta City Learn more about your ad choices. Visit megaphone.fm/adchoices